Goodnight, My Lovely Bitch
"S-Seon-ah…. Are you okay…?"
When I pressed the rotor firmly against her cervix, Seon-ah convulsed so violently it was almost frightening. Soon she collapsed onto the bed with a heavy thud and lay completely still, showing no reaction at all. Just to be safe, I pressed my ear to her nose. Fortunately she was breathing steadily. At least there seemed to be nothing wrong with her health.
….
This was my chance.
I gently gathered a lock of Seon-ah’s disheveled hair and brought it to my nose. The soft scent of shampoo mingled with… that intoxicating female musk that could send any woman into heat. I drew it deep into my lungs, then released the strands.
There was no telling when Seon-ah might regain consciousness, so time was short. I lowered myself once more, pressing my face close to her pussy. Her pale brown folds, tightly closed yet glistening with slick arousal, filled my vision. I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and brought my lips near.
"…Chu."
The instant my lips met those soft, yielding pussy lips, a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through me. Stealing the first kiss from Seon-ah’s pussy felt utterly euphoric.
"Chu, chu… mwah… smack…."
One kiss was never going to be enough. Two, three, four—I pressed my lips against her adorable pussy again and again. Even unconscious, the way she twitched and shivered each time I left a kiss mark on her was unbearably cute.
"Haa… haa… haa…."
Still, it wasn’t enough. I pushed my tongue between her tightly closed folds. Feeling the firm pressure from both sides, I savored the moist, hidden flesh with the tip of my tongue. I licked slowly from top to bottom, exploring every tiny crevice. Unlike the electric thrill of that first kiss, the taste of this deep kiss was… sticky, lewd, and addictive.
"Hngh, slurp, schlick…."
Lost in the flavor of her pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I hurriedly stripped off my panties. My own cunt, drenched and slippery, met the cool air. Before grinding against Seon-ah properly, I first straddled her calf. Then I aligned my slick slit with her shin, thickly coated in love gel.
"Haaah…."
I rubbed my soaking pussy against her firm shin with wet, obscene sounds. Pushing forward crushed my clit deliciously; pulling back let my entire slit glide along her leg. I greedily drank up every drop of gel with my hungry cunt. Once my folds were thoroughly slick and sticky, I shifted upward to straddle her thigh and began marking her again.
"Mmm… haa… haaah…."
Careful not to make too much noise, I slid my pussy back and forth once more. Unlike the hard shin, her smooth thigh was soft yet resilient, clinging to my folds with perfect, juicy friction. After coating her thoroughly with my juices, I edged forward.
The destination was right in front of me.
I lifted myself briefly and rolled Seon-ah’s torso onto its side. I worried it might wake her, but she remained unconscious, breathing evenly.
"Huu…."
My heart hammered. What I was about to do went far beyond simply fingering her. Ever since I’d begun lusting after Seon-ah, I had researched every kind of girl-on-girl sex and discovered this position.
I lifted her thighs, tucked them between my breasts, and hugged them tight. Then I slowly brought my pussy to hers. Inch by inch I advanced until our cunts finally met with a wet smack and clung together. The mixture of her juices and the love gel sealed us perfectly, leaving no space between us.
"Ngh…."
The sensation of truly becoming one with Seon-ah filled my chest with overwhelming heat. Normally I would fuck her senseless, then go home and secretly masturbate to ease the frustration. But now there was no need. With no fear of her gaze, I could drop the mask of friendship and use her however I wanted.
"Haa… haaah…."
I rubbed my pussy against hers again and again, indulging myself completely. Unlike my own plain cunt, Seon-ah’s plump, tightly closed lips felt wonderfully soft and cushiony. This much force should be fine. I pressed my hips forward more aggressively, grinding our pussies together as if trying to mash them into one. Our folds rubbed with electric heat, growing hotter by the second. At the same time, I could feel her pussy warming against mine, becoming slick and flushed.
Really… even though she had such a pathetic pussy that could cum from the slightest touch, it was a wonderfully lewd cunt that could pleasure her partner so well.
Still grinding, I gradually leaned down over her. I lowered myself until my breasts pressed against hers, then wrapped my arms around her neck and turned her head toward me. Beneath the black blindfold, her slightly parted, panting lips came into view. Not her pussy lips—her real ones. Those cheap lips already thoroughly soiled by other women.
"Haaah…."
A shiver of dark pleasure raced from my chest and flooded my mind. I was defiling those pretty lips… the lips that would one day confess love to someone she liked. I was making them dirty. Making them vulgar.
And I wanted to dirty them even more. I wanted to drag her down completely.
This feeling was born from my own filthy inferiority complex toward Seon-ah, but it was also a pure, childlike curiosity about how far this once-innocent girl could fall. Right now that curiosity was ordering me to steal her lips—to stain them with the same mouth that had just licked her pussy.
"Chu, mwah… mwah…."
Without hesitation I kissed her. They were sweeter and softer than I had imagined. Yet something sticky had dried across them, and the texture felt strangely irritating. Seon-ah wasn’t the type to wear lip products…?
I paused and studied her mouth closely. There were faint whitish traces near her lips. I slipped my tongue out and licked them. The taste was familiar—too familiar. It was the same lewd flavor I had been savoring moments ago.
"Kim Han-na…."
A small laugh slipped out. I knew she had been doing all sorts of things, but I never imagined she would send Seon-ah home with her lips slathered in pussy juice. It was a good sign. Two hands were better than one. And if Han-na was willing to corrupt the parts I couldn’t reach, nothing could be better.
Thinking that way made Seon-ah’s lips look even more beautiful. Lips painted with pussy-juice lipstick. At that point, weren’t they practically another cunt?
I released her thighs and rose. Crawling up her body, I positioned my pussy directly above her mouth.
"Seon-ah’s mouth-pussy… Mind if I have a little taste?"
After politely asking permission from the unconscious girl, I slowly lowered my hips onto her face. The moment my cunt touched her soft, plush mouth-pussy, a bolt of pleasure pierced straight through me.
"Haaah…."
I violated Seon-ah’s mouth-pussy with my own. I nestled her small, yielding lips between my folds and rubbed back and forth without restraint. The lips that thanked me, the lips that complimented my clothes, the lips that invited me out when I was depressed, the lips that comforted me when I sulked—I was defiling every single one of them. The thought drove me higher and higher.
"Hngh, hek, haek, haek…."
I panted harshly, hips moving wildly. Then a thought suddenly crossed my mind: if I kept this up, I might wake her. If Seon-ah regained consciousness and realized her trusted friend was grinding her pussy on her mouth, what would she think?
At first she would be shocked. Then perhaps betrayed? That the friend she believed in had been using her lips like a toy? Or maybe… she would blame herself, thinking her own lewdness had unconsciously seduced me until I couldn’t hold back.
The latter was actually correct.
"Huuu…."
I let out a long, sweet, burning sigh and lifted my hips, pulling my pussy from her lips. The idea of Seon-ah noticing my lust and falling into self-loathing was tempting, but I still preferred the version of her that struggled, torn between pleasure and friendship.
Looking down at her face, I saw that my dripping juices had thoroughly soaked her mouth and chin. It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn’t leave it like that.
I picked up the folded panties beside the bed. After pressing them to my nose and inhaling Seon-ah’s scent deeply, I used them to wipe her mouth clean. I carefully dabbed her lips, the corners, even between them until everything was dry and innocent again.
This should be enough. I neatly folded the panties—now wet with my juices once more—and returned them to their original spot.
It was a shame I couldn’t cum, but I refused to ruin everything I had built so far for a moment of selfish pleasure.
"Oh, I need to send her a photo."
I climbed off the bed and retrieved my phone. Turning on the camera, I captured several shots of Seon-ah’s naked body and her drenched pussy, then sent them to Han Soo-hee.
I set the phone down, dressed myself in the clothes I had removed before the massage, and slipped my panties back on. Then I dressed Seon-ah in fresh panties and pajamas, pulled the blanket up to her shoulders so she wouldn’t catch a cold, and looked down at her.
"Sleep well… Lee Seon-ah."
My lovely bitch.